Diva 02 _ Diva Takes the Cake, The by Krista Davis
Authors: Krista Davis
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Mystery, Mystery Fiction, Cooking, Large Type Books, Crimes against, Weddings, Sisters, Cookery, Divorced women, Winston; Sophie (Fictitious Character), Women Cooks, Divorced Women - Crimes Against
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what you mean. If she came yesterday and only paid for two nights, then she didn’t intend to stay for the wedding.”
“So much for Craig’s claim that she meant to ruin the wedding. But then why did she come?”
NINE
From “Ask Natasha” :
Dear Natasha,
I found the wedding dress of my dreams. But my fiancé’s sister, who is getting married one month before us, has bought two wedding dresses! Everyone will compare our weddings. What’s up with the extra dress?
—Dressed Up in Duck Springs
Dear Dressed Up,
A chic bride wears two haute couture wedding dresses on the day all eyes are on her. A demure, traditional gown for the ceremony and a slinkier dress for dining and dancing at the reception. Those who go all out with a post reception party may wish to change into a third high fashion dress for dancing.
—Natasha
I lifted the lid of the grill. Three huge burner compartments gleamed. “Have you ever used this?”
Nina hesitated. “There are people who believe I’ve used it.”
I couldn’t help chuckling. Nina loved to eat but hated cooking.
“The barbecue joint over on King Street is terrific,” she whined. “I couldn’t make anything that delicious if I tried. Actually, you’re doing me a big favor by using it. My story will be much more believable if the grill gets a little charring on it.”
We rolled it through her service alley and out to the sidewalk. The thing weighed a ton, so we would have to be very careful getting it over the curb. I focused on the wheels, ready to help the first set over the hump.
“Can I give you a hand with that?” Craig called from across the street. He and Hannah dashed over. He planted his feet firmly and scooted the whole thing off the curb. Before I knew it, Hannah had stopped oncoming traffic and Craig was lifting the grill over the curb in front of my house.
Meanwhile, Humphrey joined us on the sidewalk. “I must return to work. But I look forward to dining with you this evening.”
I feared he was leaning in for a peck on the cheek, so I rotated and called out to Hannah. Now was as good a time as any to find out what was really going on with her wedding. “Wait a sec, Hannah.”
Craig rolled the grill through my gate and disappeared into the backyard, but Hannah crossed the street and joined us.
As sweetly as I could, I said, “See you tonight,” to Humphrey. He walked away, looking dejected and making me feel terrible.
I didn’t have time to dwell on it, though. Addressing Hannah, I asked, “If you canceled Carlyle House, where will the wedding take place?”
Hannah tossed her hair dramatically. “Natasha booked a better venue. They squeezed us in as a favor to her. I only wish we’d made the change sooner because we could have invited so many more guests.”
Even though I was stunned, I managed to choke out, “And where is this better place?”
“It’s a big hotel, very modern. They can set up an after-dinner ice lounge for dancing the night away.”
“Ice lounge?” She rendered me speechless. Hadn’t we sat at my kitchen table and planned it all? I distinctly recalled her saying she wanted a garden wedding, refined but not stuffy. And Craig had been adamant about a small wedding. When we found that Carlyle House had a limited capacity, that solved everything.
“I saw a picture on the Internet. It’s all blue with dim lights and acrylic chairs and everything in it, the tables and the bar and the vases, are all made of ice.”
“I know what an ice lounge is,” I said, a wee bit of frostiness creeping into my tone, “but that will cost you a small fortune. Did you or did you not sit in my kitchen and tell me that you had a firm budget?”
Hannah placed her fists on her hips. “You see? There you go, trying to spoil my wedding. This is exactly the reason I’ve asked Natasha to help you. She doesn’t hate Craig like you do, she’s not jealous that I’m getting married, and she’s much more in
“So much for Craig’s claim that she meant to ruin the wedding. But then why did she come?”
NINE
From “Ask Natasha” :
Dear Natasha,
I found the wedding dress of my dreams. But my fiancé’s sister, who is getting married one month before us, has bought two wedding dresses! Everyone will compare our weddings. What’s up with the extra dress?
—Dressed Up in Duck Springs
Dear Dressed Up,
A chic bride wears two haute couture wedding dresses on the day all eyes are on her. A demure, traditional gown for the ceremony and a slinkier dress for dining and dancing at the reception. Those who go all out with a post reception party may wish to change into a third high fashion dress for dancing.
—Natasha
I lifted the lid of the grill. Three huge burner compartments gleamed. “Have you ever used this?”
Nina hesitated. “There are people who believe I’ve used it.”
I couldn’t help chuckling. Nina loved to eat but hated cooking.
“The barbecue joint over on King Street is terrific,” she whined. “I couldn’t make anything that delicious if I tried. Actually, you’re doing me a big favor by using it. My story will be much more believable if the grill gets a little charring on it.”
We rolled it through her service alley and out to the sidewalk. The thing weighed a ton, so we would have to be very careful getting it over the curb. I focused on the wheels, ready to help the first set over the hump.
“Can I give you a hand with that?” Craig called from across the street. He and Hannah dashed over. He planted his feet firmly and scooted the whole thing off the curb. Before I knew it, Hannah had stopped oncoming traffic and Craig was lifting the grill over the curb in front of my house.
Meanwhile, Humphrey joined us on the sidewalk. “I must return to work. But I look forward to dining with you this evening.”
I feared he was leaning in for a peck on the cheek, so I rotated and called out to Hannah. Now was as good a time as any to find out what was really going on with her wedding. “Wait a sec, Hannah.”
Craig rolled the grill through my gate and disappeared into the backyard, but Hannah crossed the street and joined us.
As sweetly as I could, I said, “See you tonight,” to Humphrey. He walked away, looking dejected and making me feel terrible.
I didn’t have time to dwell on it, though. Addressing Hannah, I asked, “If you canceled Carlyle House, where will the wedding take place?”
Hannah tossed her hair dramatically. “Natasha booked a better venue. They squeezed us in as a favor to her. I only wish we’d made the change sooner because we could have invited so many more guests.”
Even though I was stunned, I managed to choke out, “And where is this better place?”
“It’s a big hotel, very modern. They can set up an after-dinner ice lounge for dancing the night away.”
“Ice lounge?” She rendered me speechless. Hadn’t we sat at my kitchen table and planned it all? I distinctly recalled her saying she wanted a garden wedding, refined but not stuffy. And Craig had been adamant about a small wedding. When we found that Carlyle House had a limited capacity, that solved everything.
“I saw a picture on the Internet. It’s all blue with dim lights and acrylic chairs and everything in it, the tables and the bar and the vases, are all made of ice.”
“I know what an ice lounge is,” I said, a wee bit of frostiness creeping into my tone, “but that will cost you a small fortune. Did you or did you not sit in my kitchen and tell me that you had a firm budget?”
Hannah placed her fists on her hips. “You see? There you go, trying to spoil my wedding. This is exactly the reason I’ve asked Natasha to help you. She doesn’t hate Craig like you do, she’s not jealous that I’m getting married, and she’s much more in
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